supported by 25 fans who also own “The Falcon Preset (ft. Frederikke Hoffmeier)”
When the chase towards higher-ends is finally complete, will I still be able to enjoy playing table football at the bar ? Will I still be moved by the daily fights of people I'll never talk to ? Is the « fuck hope » dialectic a true love-language ?
A real pop-blessing, from a grounded cosmos. CHOSEN